Sarah's hair was loose and curling around her face and she looked up at me with those green eyes burning, her lips a tantalising red, and I was as hard as I had ever been. I felt wild and out of control and gripped hold of her wrists to steady myself more than anything. I wanted to fall on her like a wild animal, tear her dress off, rip open my jeans and fuck her until all the pain was gone. But I gripped her wrists tighter and took a large shuddering breath.
"I'm scared ... " I began to say, and took another steadying breath. "I'm scared I'll be too rough."
"I need you to be rough," she said, her voice coming out husky and unbelievably sexy. Her legs opened wider as her hips rose slightly off the sofa which very nearly undid me.
"No," I said. "You don't need me this way. Believe me."
A cute crease appeared between her eyebrows and her green eyes softened as she gazed up at me. "What's happened to you, Jake?" she asked.
My head bent lower towards hers. I could smell that musky scent again and I inhaled. She took the moment to pull her hand away and rest it on my cheek. Her palm was soft and cool against my hot skin and I couldn't help relaxing against it.
"Bad stuff," I said, "Stuff I don't want to think about right now. Stuff that you can help me not think about," and my hand found her knee and glided over her smooth thigh, pushing up her skirt as it went, her legs parting as I discovered that this time she was wearing knickers. My fingers reached their silky barrier and I discovered her knickers were damp.
"Oh my God Sarah," I groaned. "Am I making you wet?"
"Yes Jake," she gasped as my fingers glided over her damp panties. "You always make me wet."
"Oh God," I groaned. "I'm trying to control myself here." Her hand found the hard bulge in my crotch and I groaned again. "And that's not going to help."
"I don't want you to control yourself Jake, " she murmured as her wicked hand explored my full length. "I want you to do whatever you want."
With that I grabbed her hand and pinned her to the couch once again, spreading her arms wider this time so her breasts were pushed upwards. It was a sight that made my balls pull up tighter, especially with her skirt pushed up her thighs and her legs spread. And something snapped inside me. To hell with restraint.
My knee pushed insistently against her damp crotch and I said ... I growled, "I'm going to make you come so hard."
Her head fell back against the couch and I attacked her neck with my lips, nuzzling then licking then sucking and biting. God, she tasted so good and the mewling sounds she was making were driving me wild. She started moaning louder when my mouth wandered over her chest and licked at her cleavage then sucked at one of those luscious nipples through the silky fabric of her dress. She was gyrating under me now, but I still gripped her wrists to hold her still.
The problem was I needed to get at that damp pussy of hers, badly, and in order to get down there I would have to let go.
I moved away from her breasts and gazed at her face. Her eyes were glazed and her lips parted and luscious. I hadn't even kissed her yet but that could wait.
"I'm going to let go of you now," I said. "But I want you to keep your hands where they are."
She just stared back at me so I tentatively withdrew and to my satisfaction she didn't move.
"That's a good girl," I said and my fingers played with one of her nipples. She tried to push her tit closer to me but her hands stayed pressed against the back of the sofa.
I rewarded her by running my hand down her chest and belly to the hem of her dress which I eased higher until I could see the red silk of her knickers.
"Matching panties," I said, my eyes fixed on the delicate strip that only just covered her shaved pussy. "Very nice." Did she go out tonight intending for someone to see these? The thought made my chest suddenly tight.
"Touch me Jake," she gasped and I deliberately tortured her some more by staring a little longer than I had intended. It seemed I wasn't as out of control as I had thought.
But then I decided to put her put of her misery and kneeling down on the floor I pushed her thighs even further apart and ran my fingers along the edge of her panties and watched her squirm. "That is one wet pussy," I murmured as my fingers pulled the material aside and teased her soft flesh.
"Jake" she moaned above me, her hands still pressed against the sofa just as I'd ordered, and I thrust a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls grip me.
My thumb pressed against her clit as I said, "What do you want Sarah? Do you want my mouth on you?"
"Yes," she wailed and I grinned and pulling her knickers tight I sucked her clit into my mouth then pulled away slightly and flicked it with my tongue until her wails grew louder and I felt her hands land on my head.
I reared upwards. "Oh no you don't," I said, as I hurriedly undid my flies and pushed my jeans down. "I told you not to move. Get those fucking hands back where they should be," I ordered. Then I pulled her knickers down and wrestled them off over those fuck-me shoes she was wearing. They were staying on.
Gripping her wrists again, I pushed between her legs. "Spread them wider," I growled and as she did I pressed the tip of my cock against her wetness. I was so hard I just slid straight in, and retreating slightly I thrust my full length in and groaned loudly. She was so fucking tight and it felt so good. I wanted to howl. An entire week of frustration was burning in my balls and I thrust even deeper, watching her arch beneath me, her tits pressing forward in that tight red dress.
"Oh God Jake, fuck me," she moaned and I growled and letting go of her hands, gripped her hips and thrust harder and harder again, my hips pumping faster and faster as her cries grew more desperate.
"Fuck!" I cried as I felt her pussy contract around my cock and squeeze so hard I slipped out of her. "You squirted," I gasped as I thrust back into her, her pussy now so wet I could ram myself deep into her and I could feel my come about to barrel through me.
"Come inside me!" she cried as I did just that, my whole body shaking and trembling as I cried out and released my load deep inside her.
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No Strings
RomanceSarah is feeling good about her life. She has a new flat, a boss who appreciates her and no strings sex from the hottie next door. But she ought to know that when things are going this well something is bound to screw it up.